The departure of Hancho’s father proved more challenging than Bella expected. She thought Hancho would be happier. More open to love-making. But no. He just sat there, clutching his father’s forgotten item: a jar of whipped tallow cream.
Hancho would unscrew the lid, take a whiff of the gorgeous vanilla bean scent, then close it as Bella came closer.
“Why don’t you put some on,” she advised.
“No. He left in a hurry. He’ll come back for it,” Hancho mumbled.
This went on for weeks. No sign of Hancho’s father. The man never had his cell phone on. It was only for emergencies.
“But what about emotional emergencies?” Hancho screamed, nearly smashing the whipped tallow jar to pieces.
“Calm yourself,” Bella said. “Put down the jar and let’s take a nap in the bedroom.”
For the first time (and last), Hancho took her advice. They lay side by side. Her leg draped over his. She caressed his fingers, then his heart, as he sobbed uncontrollably.
Above is an affiliate link (where I might make a few coins) to the most delicious-smelling, grass-fed beef tallow that’ll make you look and feel ten years younger. Too bad Hancho’s father never remembered to retrieve his jar. At least it’s in capable hands now… err, mine.
More on that in future posts.
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